Leonardo da Vinci Lady With An Ermine

Leonardo da Vinci Lady With An ErmineThomas Kinkade End of a Perfect DayThomas Kinkade Beacon of hope
Angua watched the dog. The dog watched her.
She squatted on her haunches as it sat down and scratched an ear furiously.
Looking around carefully to make sure that no-one could see them, she barked an inquiry.
'Don't bower,' said the dog.
'You can talk?'
'Huh. That don't take much intelligence,' said the dog. 'And it don't take much intelligence to spot what you are, neither.'
Angua looked It scratched an ear again. 'Seems to me,' it said, 'we could help each other . . .'
'In what way?'
'Well, you could put me in the way of a pound of steak. That doepanicky.'Where does it show?''It's the smell, girl. Din't you learn nuffm? Smelled you a mile orf. I thought, oh-ho, what's one of them doing in the Watch, eh?'Angua waved a finger wildly.'If you tell anyone—!'The dog looked more pained than normal.'No-one'd listen,' it said.'Why not?'' 'Cos everyone knows dogs can't talk. They hear me, see, but unless things are really tough they just think they're thinking to 'emselves.' The little dog sighed. 'Trust me. I know what I'm talking about. I've read books. Well . . . chewed books.'